Alone at last. A midday prize.
No fettered airspace, baby cries.
No flying toys, no tear-filled eyes.
No screaming toddler at my feet.
No pleas for just a moment’s peace.

Just me. So rare. I’m free! Undone.
Hair down, feet up, coffee in hand,
curtains sashed, thoughts turned down.
If only I knew this peace could keep.
I may have dug myself too deep.

Two boys. Two personalities.
Great big minds, little hands, little feet.
Little lips, little mouths, big eyes, so sweet
until they open up with cries,
salty tears from wet-lashed eyes.

Then my hill juts up too steep
a pain inside runs dark and deep.
I know this pain. It’s mine. I’ll keep;

Alone, my world would come undone.
I never could go back to one.

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